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I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found
A garland sweet, with true-love knots in flowers, Which I to wear about mine arm was bound,
That each of us might know that all was ours; Must I now lead an idle life in wishes, And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes ?
I, that did wear the ring her mother left,
I, for whose love she gloried to be blamed, I, with whose eyes her eyes committed theft,
I, who did make her blush when I was named; Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked, Watching with sighs till dead Love be awaked ?
I, that when drowsy Argus fell asleep,
Like Jealousy o'er-watched with Desire, Was ever warned modesty to keep,
While her breath speaking kindled Nature's fire, Must I look on a-cold while others warm them? Do Vulcan's brothers in such fine nets arm them?
(To be found also in“ England's Helicon,” where it is signed
For Cupid is a meadow 2 god,
Sweet 3 Cupid's shafts, like Destiny,
My songs they be of Cynthia's praise, . I wear her rings on holidays,
On every tree I write her name,
• Engl. Hel. "them."
• So all the copies ; but as this word seems to afford no very definite meaning, Mr. Ritson, in his Songs, prints " merry."
3 Eng. Hel. “ God.” 4 Eng. Hel.“ Doth either.” 5 Eng. Hel. “feet."
Where honour Cupid's rival is,
The worth that worthinese should move
Sweet saint, 3 'tis true, you worthy be,
All my sensès, like beacon's flame,
Gave alarum to Desire
And set all my thoughts on fire.
Up I start, believing well
To see if Cynthia were awake;
And thus unto myself I spake :
“ Sweet god, Cupid, where am I?
“That by pale Diana's light " Such rich beauties do espy
“ As harm our senses with delight.
" Am I borne up to the skies?
“ See where Jove and Venus shine, “ Shewing in her heavenly eyes
“ That Desire is divine,"
I stept forth to touch the sky,
I, a god by Cupid's dreams; Cynthia, who did naked lie,
Runs away, like silver streams;
Leaving hollow banks behind,
Who can neither forward move, Nor, if rivers be unkind,
Turn away, or leave to love.
There stand I, like men that preach
From the execution-place, At their death content to teach
All the world with their disgrace.